She walks down the street
Lips painted red, thighs jiggling
Nails on fleek, tanned skin
You call her ashawo, ashawo
Anklets wrapped smugly round her legs
She is dawning an expensive outfit
Wad of cash in hand
You call her ashawo, ashawo
She walks down the street
You cat call, keeps moving
Your ego is bruise, embarrassed
You call her ashawo, ashawo
Wearing makeup, vibrant colours
Red,purple,yellow,orange and black
A ring in her nose
You call her ashawo, ashawo
Longs skirts flood her wardrobe
Covered up like a dirty secret
Decent by your standards
Yet! ashawo, ashawo
Church going Ada Jesus
Neat cornrows on chapped lips
Bland, colourless, there
You call her ashawo, ashawo
Ashawo say wetin happen?
She dey dere, ashawo
She dey here, ashawo
On a regular, ashawo! Ashawo!
What do you think?